The woman that walks the street.
Cold and lonely, hopeless eyes,
No one holds her when she cries,
Sometime I weep,
For the woman that walks the street.
Lack of education, no self esteem,
Trying to fight starvation, poverty's queen,
A woman of lost love and a lost dream,
She's called a hooker ,but she's not bought cheap,
She loses her heart and her soul,
with eyes that show defeat,
as she walks the street.
No one wants her, past the night,
A broken winged bird that will
never again take flight,
She maybe homeless with nowhere to sleep,
Trying to make broken ends meet.
No one to love her, or wipe the tears from her cheek,
I sometime weep,
For the woman that walks the street,
Who feels sorry for her, or shows pity?
The street is cold in the city, There is no one to hold her ,no love
to keep,
For the lonely cold woman, that walks the street